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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 





THE FAIRY-LADY 



THE 
FAIRY CHANGELING 



A FLOWER AND FAIRY PLAY 



HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD 



ILLUSTRATED BY 

FANNY Y. CORY 




BOSTON 

RICHARD G. BADGER 

THE GORHAM PRESS 
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Copyright 1910 by Richard G Hadg-er 



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DRAMATIS PERSONAE 

Little Jo. 

The Rose-Sprite. 

The Night-Moth. 

Bees'-Wings. 

White Owlet. 

Flitter-Flutter. 

The Day-Dream. 

Honour, the Maid. 

The Little Men in Green (three). 

The Maidens of the Mist (three or more) 

The Lost Toys (three). 

The Broken Dolls (three). 

The Fairy-Lady. 



FAIRIES 

Jack-o'-Lantern. 

Cockscomb. 

Monk's-Hood. 

Wake-Robin. 

Marigold. 

Prince's-Feather. 

Quaker-Ladies. 

Mourning-Bride. 

Snapdragon. 

Sweet-William. 

Sweet-Peas. 

Little Mignonette. 

The Lady Herald. 

The Voice of Chanticleer. 



Place. A garden terrace. 

Time. Between sunset and twilight. 



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STAGE DIRECTIONS 

Music. Cornet and clarinet. If a piano, then 
an accompanist who can modulate from one key 
to another for the various songs and choruses. The 
clarinet will always support the solo. 

Colored Lights. Toward the last. Pale rose 
for the dances; pale blue for the Fairy Lady's ap- 
parition. 

Dresses. Cheese-cloth, tarlatan, and other inex- 
pensive material, arranged according to the part. 
The Little Men in Green entirely in green, with 
pointed caps, and spears representing grass. The 
Maidens of the Mist wrapped in white tarlatan, 
a long piece loosely folding one and passing to the 
next, folding her and passing to the other. If there 
are but few to take parts, those who have already ap- 
peared may represent the Maidens of the Mist 
by winding the long piece of white tarlatan round 
their other costumes, and afterward hanging it on 
bushes in the background. The Fairy Lady in 
any dress shrouded with flowing white transparent 
stuff. Flitter-Flutter in a long clinging prin- 
rose-colored gown, with very large wings. Litttle 
Mignonette with a waist looking like one bunch of 
mignonette, from which her head and shoulders 
rise. Day-Dream in skirts like the scarlet poppy- 
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STAGE DIRECTIONS 

petals, green bodice, and scarlet silk scarf to wave. 
The Night-Moth in black, thin material, the 
rather long skirts spangled in rows of gold and 
silver, stomacher all spangles, angel sleeves, long, 
narrow wings, black ostrich feathers over the head. 
The Rose-Sprite in very full and rather long pink 
skirts, cut in large scallops and unhemmed, to be 
lifted and held out at one side in dancing; wreath 
of roses round the top of the half-high green cor- 
sage ; hat like the petals of a huge wild rose, on one 
side of the head ; stockings and boots. These dresses 
may be varied according to individual taste. All 
the lesser Fairies are not indispensable. The 
Broken Dolls, if unable to sing, may make jerky 
motions, the chorus giving the words. The Lost 
Toys may represent a Jumping-Jack, a Ninepin, a 
Kite. The dancing is to be done like Queen Eliz- 
abeth's — ''high and disposedly," but with abandon. 



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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 




COCKSCOMB 




THE ROSE-SPRITE 



The 
Fairy Changeling 

A hand of Fairies come dancing on the green in 
opposite directions, each keeping to the right 
after passing, thus circling in a ring, led by 
the Night-Moth and the Rose-Sprite, who 
presently withdraw inside the ring, still sing- 
ing while the others dance. 

Chorus. 

(No. I.) Air: "We are dainty h'ttle fairies." — 
lolanthe. No. i, Act. i. (Repeat the first part 
of the tune for the last verse.) 

Are we flowers or fairy people, always 

springing, always singing? 
When the sun forsakes the steeple, when 

the evening breezes fan, 
Look across the last ray slanting, purple mist 

your eyes enchanting; 
Are we flowers or fairy people ? You may 

answer, if you can! 
Many a night-moth flits before us; gayest 

laughter follows after; 

(^Laughter behind the scenes.) 
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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Bees belated blunder o'er us; whippoor- 
wills send warning cries. 
When you hear our airy whistles, down that's 
blowing off from thistles, 

{Whistles behind the scences.) 
You may deem us, you may dream us — 
but the sunset 's in your eyes ! 

From the roses faint and heavy, softly stoop- 
ing, swiftly trooping. 
From the brambles in a bevy, from the 
blossoms, from the bells, 
Whether it is pansies springing, whether it is 
bluebirds winging. 
Or canary-bird flowers singing, is a thing 
white magic tells ! 

{The Fairies are still dancing when the 
Rose-Sprite separates from them, 
comes forward, and sings.) 



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THE NIGHT-MOTH 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Rose-Sprite. 

(No. 2.) Air: "She wore a rose In her hair." 

— George Osgood. 

All day I slept In the rose, 
And I hardly know myself — 

So sweet is the breath that blows — 
If I be flower or elf. 

{The Rose-Sprite whirls back among 
the others, and the Night-Moth 
steals forward, and sings to the same 
air.) 

Night-Moth. 
(No. 3.) 

I curled in the lily's cup 

The livelong summer day, 
Till she folded her petals up. 

And I slipped like the dew away. 

{As the NiGHT-MoTH slides back, 
Bee's-Wings comes swiftly zigzag- 
ing across, pauses, and sings.) 

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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 
Bees'-Wings. 

(No. 4.) Air: "If I were king.''— A dolphe Adam. 
(Beginning at second bar, singing nine bars, 
omitting the next twenty-five, singing four, 
omitting all the rest. ) 

I was just a big brown bee, 

Buzzing home, hey, nonny, nonny ! 

When the fairies captured me. 

Stole my sting, and kept my honey I 

{Runs off.) 

Chorus of Fairies {With mischievous glee.) 

He was just a bim-bome-bim, 

Buzzing home, hey, nonny, nonny ! 

When the fairies captured him. 
Stole his sting, and kept his honey ! 

{The dance continues, the Fairies 
swinging one another, moving in and 
out, and Flitter-Flutter floats for- 
ward, singing.) 



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BEE S-WINGS 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 
Flitter- Flutter. 

(No. 5.) Air: Trio, 'Tvery journey has an end." 
— lolanthe. No. 8, Act. II. 

Flittering, fluttering out of the sky, 
Primrose-petal or butterfly. 
Flittering off on the wind I go. 
Wherever its soft breath cares to blow. 

{Floats back.) 

Fairy Chorus {Blowing kisses into the air.) 

Flittering, fluttering, off she goes, 
Wherever the fragrant south wind blows. 

{The Fairies join hands, and run in a 
ringj leaving out Day-Dream, wh<? 
sings to the same air.) 



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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Day-Dream. 

(No. 6.) 

The splendid poppy, to make my tent, 
His scarlet silken curtains lent; 
There all day long did I drowse and sleep, 
And my dreams were soft, and my dreams 
were deep. 

{Bugle in the distance). 

Fairy Herald {Running on). 
Recitative. 

Hark! Sound retreat! Beat quick, ye fairy 
drums ! 

{Trills on bass notes of instruments.) 

Haste, haste ! Hush, hush ! This way a mor- 
tal comes ! 

{Mingles with the Fairies. All show 
fear, and huddle together). 

Enter Little Jo, in his nightgown, waving a but- 
terfly-net, hurrying on, and stopping suddenly 
in surprise. 



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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Little Jo (Speaks). 

Why, I was sure I saw them ! 

I actually thought 
That if I had been down here 
A butterfly I'd caught! 

Fairies {In chorus, softly, all stooping toward 
him from the background in the right). 

(No. 7.) Air: "Yet Britain won," chorus to 
Lord Mountararat's song. — lolanthe, No. 3, 
Act. II. (Changed to 4 time). 

Ha, ha, ha ! he really thought 
That he a butterfly had caught ! 

(Jo listens, startled, but resumes as if mis- 
taken in supposing he had heard any- 
thing.) 

Little Jo. 

Now, could it be a fairy 

That I saw flitting by, 
As I leaned from the window — 

Or just a butterfly? 

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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Fairies {In chorus, turning to one another, 

amused). 
(No. 8.) Air: Same as No. 7. 

Ha, ha, ha ! went flitting by, 
Nothing but a butterfly! 

Little Jo. 

I didn't wait to dress me. 

For I've been sent to bed. 
I hurried just like wild-fire. 
And 'most forgot my head! 

Fairies {In chorus, quite uproariously.) 

(No. 9.) Air: Same as No. 7. 

Ha, ha, ha! Fairies, hear. 

He quite forgot his head, we fear ! 

Little Jo. 

I wish I had some fern-seed — 

They say it never fails; 
Or the salt that catches birdies. 
If you put it on their tails. 
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THE DAY-DREAM 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Fairies {In chorus^ very affirmatively). 
(No. lo). Air: Same as No. 7. 

Ha, ha, ha ! it never fails 
// you put it on their tails ! 

Little Jo. 

Perhaps I had been dreaming — 

I guess I was; but then, 
If I should wait a moment 
They may come back again. 

Fairies {In chorous, more boldly). 
(No. II.) Air: Same as No. 7. 

Ha, ha, ha ! just wait, and then 
Surely they'll come back again ! 

Little Jo. 

I wonder whether fairies — 

You really don't believe, 
When Honour talks of fairies. 

That she's laughing in her sleeve ? 

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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Fairies {Indignantly). 

(No. 12.) Air: Same as No. 5. 

Oh, oh, oh ! you don't believe 
Honour's laughing In her sleeve ! 

Little Jo {Looking about, growing tired and 
vexed). 

There's no such thing as fairies ! 
It's all a story! So! 
{Amazed looks among the Fairies.) 
I wish — I am so sleepy — 

{Yawns.) 
I don't believe — I — O — o — oh ! 
{Yawns again, stretches, sinks down and 
sleeps. ) 

Fairies {Crowding round). 
Oh, oh, oh, oh! 

{Tiptoeing, and singing one by one). 
(No. 13.) Air: "Down the shadowed lanes he 
goes." — George Osgood. (Beginning at *As 
she strayed and as she sang.") 

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SNAP DRAGON 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Isn't he a little dear? 

Just the sweetest ever seen ! 
Let us take him for a Changeling ! 

Take him to the Fairy Queen! 
'TIs a shame he should be mortal I 

Turn him, turn him to a Fay! 
Wave your charms, and weave your dances, 

Sing your spells — away, away! 

{All together, in a ring, dancing round 
him and concealing him while he slips 
off his nightgown to show costume 
beneath, repeat to the same air.) 

Isn't he a little dear? Just the sweetest ever 

seen! 
Let us take him for a Changeling! Take him 

to the Fairy Queen! 
'TIs a shame he should be mortal ! Turn him, 

turn him to a Fay ! 
Wave your charms, and weave your dances, 

sing your spells — away, away ! 



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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

{The Fairies break the ring, and Lit- 
tle Jo is seen in tights, trunks, pea- 
cock wings, and antennae. He looks 
himself over, gazes about hi?n, flutters 
his wings, looks over his shoulder at 
them, springs to his feet, and sings.) 

Little Jo. 

(No. 14.) Air: "Little Bo-Peep." 

Mother Gooses' s Melodies, Elliott. 

Why, there are such things as fairies ! 

And if any one says there are not, 
Take the dart of a bumblebee, 
And shoot him on the spot ! 

{Meanwhile the Fairies are mustering 
into ranks.) 

Fairy Chorus (Little Jo listens to the singing 

with more and more pleasure). 
(No. 15.) Air: "Henceforth Strephon." 

— lolanthe. 



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MOURNING-BRIDE 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Where the summer reigns serene, 
Where the winds are always low, 
Spicy dells are always green. 
Into Fairyland he must go ! 
Into Fairyland he must go ! 
Into Fairyland, etc. 
(Fairies withdraw to the sides, still sing- 
ing.) 

Little Jo {Bending over and slapping his knees 
with delighted emphasis, sings). 

Into Fairyland I will go ! 

(The Fairies now return, coming on 
from opposite sides with the steps of 
"Dancing in the Barn,'' as they sing.) 

Fairy Chorus. 

(No. i6.) Air: ''Dancing in the Barn," adapted. 
(The first sixteen bars.) 

Who is half so happy now, half so gay, as 
we are? 
Riding on the rainbow, flashing in the 
foam, 

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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Sunbeams are our coursers, east to-day, and 
west to-morrow. 
Hear our bridles jingle as we lead the fire- 
flies home! 
Just a tear would drown us, just a sigh would 
slay. 
We think of nothing, dream of nothing, to 
annoy. 
Mortals, we believe it, are only made of 
sorrow; 
We are made of perfume, of music, and 
of joy! 

(During this chorous Little Jo has 
caught sight of Little Mignonette^ 
a tiny fairy, and has been following her 
in and out among the groups, the shrubs, 
and vases, followed by White Owlet 
and Bee's-Wings, exclaiming, and 
buzzing in his face at every meeting. 
He pauses as he darts across the scene, 
as if to take breath, and sings.) 



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PRINCE S-FEATHER 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Little Jo. 

(No. 17.) Same air as No. 15 (but without the 
refrain), "Henceforth Strephon." 

If there is a flower that blows 
Sweeter than the budding rose, 
'Tis when dew is sparkling yet 
On darling Little Mignonette ! 

Bees'-Wings {At one side). Buzz! 

White Owlet {On the other side.) Tu-whoo! 

(Little Jo continues the pursuit. As 
he runs, the Little Men in Green 
start up from the grass.) 

The Little Man in Green. 
(No. 18.) Air: "When darkly looms the day." 
(Ten bars.) 

When moonlight floods the fields, 
And mighty shadow shields 
The glades and glens and wealds. 
Were you awake, 



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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

The Little Men in Green 
Perhaps you would have seen 
Haunting the silver sheen 
Of bog and brake. 

O'er dale and dingle far 
Our hunting knows no bar, 
By defile and by scar, 

O'er briers and thorns ; 
Through midnight far and near. 
If you're awake you'll hear 
In what wild tunes and clear 

We wind our horns. 

(Music to represent horns behind the 
scenes.. They disappear with their 
horns at their mouths as the Maidens 
OF THE Mist pass slowly and sing.) 



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SWEET-WILLIAM 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

The Maidens of the Mist. 
(No. 19.) Air: "Sounds from the Ball."— G/7/f/. 
{Transposed into the key of D.) 

The lonely Maidens of the Mist, 
Year in and out our threads we twist, 
And, moving o'er the meadow-side, 
Rose-leaves to blushes for the bride 
We twirl, or distaffs drop and weave 
Moonbeams to satin for her sleeve, 
Or scatter jewels as we sail 
Where the gossamer spider spins her veil. 

{As they pasSj the Fairies muster into 
ranks again, having been frolicking in 
and out the place, and sing, the NlGHT- 
MoTH and the Rose-Sprite, at the 
right and left of the scene, marshaling 
them. As each fairy's name is called, 
he or she appears and does obeisance.) 



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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Fairies {In chorus). 

(No. 20.) Air: Duet of Phyllis and Strephon, "If 
we're weak enough to tarry." — lolanthe. No. 
* 10, Act. II. (Sixteen bars.) 

Why the hours do we waste? 
Homeward, Fairies, homeward haste ! 
Jack-o'-Lantern, lead the way; 
Cockscomb, follow quick, we pray! 
Come, Wake-Robin, play no pranks 
With the Monk's-Hood in our ranks ; 
Marigold and Prince's-Feather, 
Fondly wander off together ! 

Quaker-Ladies, Mourning-Bride, 

Throw your modest mask aside; 

Give Snapdragon his adieu. 

For Sweet- William goes with you. 

Sweet-Peas, spread your wings for flight. 

Hurry ! it is almost night ! 

Come, dark Night-Moth, don't forget 

Darhng Little Mignonette I 



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SWEET PEA 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Little Jo {Catching Little Mignonette at 

last J sings ) . 
(No. 21.) Air: ''The Mistletoe Bough," sung 

in quick time. 

I've followed you far, and I've followed you 
long; 

I've caught you at last — I will sing you my 
song. 

For you're bright as a drop that the sun 
sparkles through, 

And you're only an atom of sweet honey- 
dew! 

Bees'-Wings. Buzz ! 

White Owlet. Tu-whoo! 

Fairies {In chorus, dancing with a long swing, 
first on one foot and then on the other, facing 
the front, and supporting the Broken Dolls, 
ivho come staggering on and sing jerkily). 



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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

(No. 22.) Song of the Broken Dolls. 

Oh, the lonely, long and lonely way to Fairy 

land, we've found It! 
Dusty, musty cob-webs only, weary, dreary 

garrets bound It ! 
When our little mothers lost us. In the corn- 
ers where they tost us, 
All our hearts were broken, and our heads 

were, too ! 
Oh, had they kissed us, had they missed us, 

'twould assist us In our travel ! 
Queerly, cheerly we would twist us as the 

curious paths unravel. 
Fairy ways are hard and hollow when you 

have no nose to follow, — 
One foot gone, and gone the eyes that were 

so blue. 



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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Song of the Broken Dolls. 

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One foot gone.and gone theeyes that were soblue. 

{As they withdrew, the LosT Toys come 
limping on, singing.) 



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WAKE-ROBIN 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

(No. 23.) Air: "Virginia Reel." 

When the days are quite canicular, 
And the sunshine perpendicular, 
If you are at all particular, 

Your should go to Fairyland. 
There's moonlight there to tease you, and 
There's strawberry-ice to freeze you, and 
You think of what would please you, and 
It's yours, in Fairyland! 

For no one cares a scrapple there 
With any task to grapple there; 
In your mouth the very apple there 

Drops, when in Fairyland. 
You never need articulate 
A wish, but just gesticulate. 
When once you do matriculate 

Inside of Fairyland ! 



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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

(They stagger off, and the music changes, 
and soon in the distance is heard 
''Annie Rooney." Little Jo, who 
hase been sitting, whispering to Little 
Mignonette, in the center of the 
scene, turns and listens, presently hums, 
and at the right point sings.) 

Little Jo. 

(N. 24.) Air: The chorus of "Annie Rooney." 

She's my airy, fairy, oh, 

She's my darhng, I'm her Jo; 

Soon we'll vanish, won't we, pet? 

Little — little — 
{Speaks) 

Little — 
{Looks about wonderingly, and exclaims) 

Dear me! that sounds familiar; 
I've heard that strain before — 

In some other star, perhaps. 
On some other shore. 



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MARIGOLD 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

It seems to me that really — 

{With recognition.) 

Oh, they play It on the square, 
They play it in the parlor. 

They play it everywhere ! 

(Little Mignongette turns entirely 
round, still sitting, and stares amazed 
at him.) 

But whatever has become of me? 

{With surprise.) 
They've changed me ! I've got wings ! 

{With fear.) 
What in the world these waggles are — 

{With anger.) 
There they go, the horrid things ! 

{Tears off his antennae.) 

(Little Mignonette makes off in ter- 
ror.) 

I can^t be some one else, you know — 

{Bewildered.) 

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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

I've dreamed some dream or other — 
Why — don't you see — I'm all outdoors — 

{With alarm.) 
Oh, I want to see my mother ! 

{The Fairies, who have been in the 
background, moving about restlessly, 
and then creeping forward, now sing 
mockingly.) 

Fairies {in chorus). 

(No. 25.) Air: Same as No. 7. 

Ha, ha, ha, some dream or other ! 
Oh, he wants to see his mother! 
Little Jo {Crying loudly and beseechingly). 
Oh, you voices ! Oh, you people ! 

Oh, how cruel is your joy! 
I don't want to be a fairy ! 

{With exasperation.) 
I would rather be a boy ! 

Fairies {Angrily). 

(No. 26.) Air: Same as No. 5. 

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jack-o'-lantern 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

He'll destroy all our joy — 
He would rather be a boy! 

Little Jo. 

Mother, help me ! Help me, Honour ! 

What in the world am I to do? 
Oh, you know I love you so — 
Come unfalry me! Boohoo ! 

Fairies {Wringing their hands). 
(No. 27.) Air: Same as No. 7. 

What in the world are we to do? 
We canU unf airy him ! Boohoo ! 

Bees'-Wings. Buzz ! 

White Owlet. Tu-whoo! 

{Melancholy music in the distance.) 

Chorus of Fairies {Dejectedly). 

(No. 28.) Air: '"The Lorelei."— FnV^nV/z 5/7- 
cher. (Repeat the first nine bars for the sec- 
ond stanza, and then continue for the third.) 

We cannot stay where tears are; 

They melt us quite away 
Into the bubble's breaking wreath 

And the water-gleam's pale ray. 

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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Oh, call, oh, call our lady ! 

Call with your weirdest rune, 
Call to the star-swale on the sea. 

And the halo round the moon. 

{All kneel, having softly surrounded 
Little Jo in a ring as they sang. A 
grown-up and beautiful figure, the 
Fairy-Lady^ appears, pauses, extends 
her arms a moment toward the implor- 
ing Fairies, and passes while they con- 
tinue singing.) 

O Sovereign of the World of Dreams, 

Reverse the spell, and then 
Great Fairy, make this Changeling 

Only a boy again ! 

{As they separate, on arising. Little Jo, 
in his nightgown, is seen lying asleep 
in the foreground. The NiGHT-MoTH 
comes stealing across the scene, singing 
as she moves.) 



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QUAKER LADY 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Night-Moth. 

(No. 29.) Air: "I can not tell what this love 
may be." — Patience. (Nine and a half bars). 

Vanishing into the sunset bars, 
Sister of mystical wings and of stars, 
When twilight kindles a silver spark 
I must go — vanishing into the dark. 

{As she disappears, the Rose-Sprite en- 
ters from the other side droopingly, and 
passes, singing to the same air.) 

Rose-Sprite. 

(No. 30.) 

Soon I shall fail, I shall faint, I shall die. 

As the color fades from the evening sky; 

Life were too lovely ever to close 

If never, if never, one lost the rose. 

Fairies' Chorus {Led by the Rose-Sprite and 

the NiGHT-MoTH, who reappear). 
(No. 31.) Air: Same as No. 15. 



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THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Where the Will-o'-the-Wisp takes flight, 
And the Firefly skims with the Shooting- 
Star, 
Where the light of other days burns bright. 
And the yesterdays and to-morrows are, 
Where the Elfin Knight rides, always young, 

Over the fields where the wild oats grow. 
To the tune of the songs that never were 
sung, 
Into Fairyland we must go ! 
Into Fairyland we must go! 
Into Fairyland, etc. 

Bees'-Wings. Buzz ! 

White Owlet. Tu-whoo! 

(Exit Fairies.) 

Honour {Running on, picking up Little Jo, 
speaks). 



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HONOUR, THE MAID 




monk's-hood 



THE FAIRY CHANGELING 

Oh, Master Jo, I am that quaking! 
For when I found ye gone, me heart was 

breaking! 
Sure, It's the lad's own luck that Honour 

found ye 
Before the little fairy people bound ye ! 

Little Jo {Half looking up, as if talking in his 
sleep, speaks). 

I thought I saw them. Honour, didn't you? 
(Exit in Honour's arms.) 

Voice of Chanticleer (In the distance). 
Cock-a-doodle-do ! 

( Curtain. ) 




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